Torrential Time

So captivating is the spark

It almost seems to never be in the dark

But the cover is misleading

The spark is retreating

Down it goes

And in it throws

Smothered into absence and void

It thinks, I’ll never gain this fame

I’ll never be that core

But wait, there’s more

Because of the twinge of regret and guilt

Or in the lore of love and how it wilts

It gets back up

And into the flame it forever grows

And this, we all know.